Chapter 8 #2
As the conversation flowed, my gaze kept drifting to his.
His eyes were impossible. The rings of azure blue faded into sea-green with a hint of soft silver, blending like watercolour on parchment.
Like the sea, I could easily have drowned in the undercurrent of their pull.
This man was like decadent dark chocolate, willing you to take a taste, and he was right in his premise… I desperately wanted him.
But just beneath the wine and the flirting and the laughter, tiny balls of guilt began to swirl in my gut.
I had to kill him.
This dangerously arrogant, devastatingly sexy demigod I wanted to spend more time with.
And the awful truth settled in my chest like a lead weight: I really, really didn’t want to.
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An hour later, after a burnt Basque cheesecake, we were leaving the restaurant.
I slipped away to the powder room, pulling out my phone to check for a message from Guinn.
Before reading it, I dismantled the phone, scanning for any signs of tampering.
It was clean, so I popped it back together and opened the text.
“Hey Sis, Sorry I’m late. Pappa confiscated my phone plus he’s in a foul mood, so I can’t wait for you to come home. And yes! You’ve got a date ”
I chuckled at her enthusiasm, pondering on Drakos’s mood. He was likely tetchy about this job and Guinn’s safety. I’d make sure everything went according to plan.
I had no choice… not if I wanted to keep my sister safe.
We drove back to the hotel in companionable silence. Much like me, Si wasn’t one for irrelevant small talk. When we arrived, the valet took his car, and I wandered into the gardens, sitting on a bench, sighing as I closed my eyes. The warm night air coated my skin like a layer of scented lotion.
‘Amelia.’ That raspy voice said my name as if he were tasting it. I opened my eyes to watch Si walking towards me—he moved like a panther… all coiled grace and lithe movements. ‘Come to my penthouse with me. For a nightcap.’ His tone brooked no room for refusal.
‘I’d love to,’ I said huskily, with a small smile, but my silken response didn’t match the razor-sharp talons of regret creeping through my chest. Those swirling orbs of blue and green held dark delight as I reached for his hand.
We walked hand-in-hand to the penthouse elevator and stepped in together. As the doors closed, he turned to me.
‘Can I kiss you?’ The uncertainty in his voice shattered something inside me.
This man—who radiated confidence like a weapon—was suddenly tentative. I nodded. He pressed into me within a flash of movement, the speed of which made my breath hitch. Cupping my face in his big hands, we held each other’s gaze.
He can move at superhuman speeds, you dumb shit. My inner dialogue berated me. This is ridiculous.
Yes, it is ridiculous, inner asshole, but I don’t have a choice. Now take a hike.
‘Are you alright?’ Si’s voice rumbled through my chest as he caged me in his heat.
‘Yes. Just kiss me… Please.’
His mouth captured mine, our tongues entwined in an erotic dance, full of filthy promises.
The kiss deepened—hot, wet, and addictive—and I fell into that sinful decadence as fireworks went off in my body, heat coiling low in my core.
He kissed me like a hot, dirty dream, tasting like seawater and wickedness, and I kissed him like I was starving for it.
Like he was the sin I’d been born to commit.
Ping. The sound of the elevator broke the kiss. I could barely think from the most mind-bendingly passionate kiss of my life.
‘You taste like wine and sin,’ he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. I shivered.
‘I want to fuck you, Amelia.’ His voice was gravel and honey as he dragged me from the elevator. ‘Take off your dress… please.’
My breath caught in my chest. I desperately wanted him. But sorrow weighed down like a rock in my gut. I couldn’t fuck him, then kill him… not the way I felt. It was wrong on so many levels, and it made my stomach curdle. But he did deserve one last beautiful moment.
‘Only if you strip too,’ I said, forcing a sultry smile.
A pause. Then a slow, wicked grin touched his lips.
‘As you wish.’ He removed his jacket and started to unbutton his shirt, and my mouth went dry as he exposed those tattooed pecs and washboard abs.
His inked, muscled arms were an homage to arm porn.
Holy-moly, he was a snack. He threw his shirt on the floor, kicked off his loafers, and cocked his head, raising a brow.
‘Fine, fine, I was just admiring the view,’ I muttered as I untied my dress, letting it fall from around my neck and pool on the floor. I stepped out of it and stood in my lace strapless bustier, barely there thong, and strappy sandals.
His lust-filled stare travelled up my body with enough passion to feel like a physical caress, and the fire in those captivating, tumultuous eyes caused heat to flood my veins like molten quicksilver, sinking deep.
As our gazes locked, my heart rate quickened, which was amazing considering it was already beating a mile a minute.
‘Let me finish undressing you, please,’ I whispered as I closed the distance between us and placed my hands on his chest—his skin was warm and soft but ripped with muscle, like silk over marble. He stiffened but didn’t stop me.
I studied the ink on his chest and arms, taking my time to trace it with my fingers and tongue, making him rumble low in his throat. The scenes teemed with life: whales, dolphins, turtles, octopuses, every type of sea creature, interspaced with the rhythmic dance of the waves.
I unbuckled his belt and trousers, and walked around him to inspect his back tattoos, kissing my way down the fantastical display of creatures from mythology, like mermaids and hippocampi.
The characteristics of the tattoos were all associated with the sea; they epitomised Si perfectly—his depth, mystery, and strength.
He must be a demigod of Poseidon. It seemed obvious now.
I pushed down his trousers, and he kicked them off.
His body was corded with muscle, cinching down into trim hips, with black trunks caressing his sumptuous round ass and herculean legs.
When he turned around to face me, my eyes dropped to the enormous bulge in his trunks, and when I spied his cock peeking above the waistband, my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth. He was packing; his schlong was huge.
Holy gods, that thing should come with a health warning. I lifted my eyes from his cock, and a half-smile touched his lips, his gaze molten.
‘Come here, Little Red,’ he growl-muttered, and my knees went weak.
I half-stumbled forwards to him, and he caught me, lifting my chin as his lips crashed down on mine. The kiss lingered. It was hot and hungry, deep, frantic, worship and destruction all in one—like he was a ravenous man, and I was his last meal.
He nipped and sucked on my bottom lip, then his soft lips whispered across my skin.
Reverent open-mouthed kisses across my flesh, sucking at my neck, then further down to my collarbone.
‘Oh… Gods,’ I panted as he pressed a hungrier kiss on the top of my breast, massaging my tits and tweaking my budded nipples.
His cock, hard and thick, pressed into my hip.
‘Mm, you taste delicious,’ he murmured as a pulse beat between my legs.
He picked up the pace, kissing me harder, deeper, then as he sank his teeth into my shoulder, I cried out in pleasure.
‘You like it rough.’ His eyes glinted in satisfaction.
‘Oh, yes… rough,’ I groaned. I was a hot mess of want. One hand skimmed down my side to my hip, but before his fingers could slip into my panties, I came to my senses, bending and slipping his trunks down and off, letting his cock spring free.
‘Let me look at you,’ I whispered as I took a step backwards.
Standing in front of a perfectly naked Si Thalassa, my mouth watered–gods, he’s got a gorgeous cock…
Long, thick, the circumcised head resting against his lower abs—not far off a foot-long sub, and just as mouthwatering.
I’m one of those women who actually thinks cocks are beautiful.
I started salivating as he fisted that pretty cock, and at the dark promise in his gaze, lust climbed up my chest like an all-consuming beast.
I need him in my mouth.
‘Fuck my mouth,’ I said in a breathy whisper, and his smile was so bright it could have powered New York.
‘With pleasure.’ He dropped to the edge of the chair beside him. ‘I’ve thought about that red lipstick around my cock all night.’
I smiled stupidly and fell to my knees, shuffling towards that glorious cock.
‘Good girl. I love seeing you on your knees before me,’ he said as he watched me with dark pleasure dancing in his eyes.
‘I’ll bet you do.’ I raised my eyes to his as I stopped between his spread legs and grabbed his throbbing length in my hand, making him groan low in his throat.
I firmly pulled my fist from the root, squeezing when I reached the tip.
His cock was hard, the skin soft and silky; I ran my tongue over the head, licking up the pre-cum. It was warm and salty, much like him.
‘Fuuuck, Amelia,’ Si grunted as he fell back against the chair, squeezing his eyes closed, and I smirked with satisfaction. ‘Don’t stop… please.’
‘Not on your life,’ I said, and regretted the choice of words immediately, but got back to pleasuring him, before… I crushed that painful thought.
I traced the head and underside of the head with the tip of my tongue, and Si’s fingers laced into my hair as he grunted a low rumble.
Squeezing the base of his cock, I used the flat side of my tongue to lick from the bottom of the shaft to the very tip and down again, then I flicked, kissed, and blew on the sensitive skin—my tongue dancing up-and-down, side-to-side, and swirling, making him wait.
‘Gods, woman—'